We Need Medicine

[Sol Damerin]

Planet: Dantooine

Location: Medical Clinic

The list of things Sol disliked was epically long. Well, the list of things he would claim to dislike was anyway, he was not quite the grump he pretended to be but we are getting sidetracked. The point is that Sol actively disliked a lot of things but disliking something wasn't the same as hating something. The number of things he genuinely and truly hated would form a vastly smaller list and right now the newest addition to this list was the top item. He definitely one hundred percent hated being stabbed more than anything at this particular instant.

Having something foreign enter your body in a brutal an intrusive manner was impossible to ignore. Indeed, it was barely possible to think of anything but the fact that something and been jammed into you. For Sol, it didn't help that the manner in which he'd wound up experiencing the sheer anger was stupid. He'd been hired to act as a bodyguard for a spoiled rich nerf herder while he was on vacation. They had to stop to refuel on Dantooine and one of the "hunters" lazing about the station had offered to sell the idiot a vibroknife.

The first reaction Sol had when he saw his idiot charge with the knife had been succinct and pithy. "Put that down you are going to hurt yourself." The idiot, of course, didn't listen and started waving it around claiming that it wasn't Sol's place to tell him what to do. Sol the person hired specifically to make sure he wasn't hurt wasn't supposed to stop him from hurting himself. So when he decided to try and elaborate flourish Sol had stood there and waited. He'd almost, almost managed not to do anything when he saw what was going to happen but when it became obvious the idiot would cut himself Sol grabbed his wrist.

That was a mistake.

The idiot dropped his knife in surprise and the active Vibroknife fell straight down impacted with Sol's boot, cut right through, and then through his foot. Sol screamed, bite down and had to try really hard not to black out from pain while he turned the knife off. He'd wrapped it as best as he could and then limped himself to the hospital. Where was the idiot while this was happening? He'd fainted and know he was being cared for by his very sympathetic staff for the ordeal.

"Canceling this Force blasted contract." Sol mutters himself as he pushes his way into the medical clinic feeling slightly woozy from blood loss.

[member="Pamnis Hosk"]

 

[Pamnis Hosk]

Yes, she had confirmed it. Emergency rooms were at the same time the best and the worst, worst thing in the whole galaxy. She loved the thrill of it, you could try and prepare as much as you wanted to but in the end it was always the same: you never knew what would come through that door. And everything was fun and colors until an unconscious, two hundreds and twenty pounds mass of body-weight came inside with an oozing, very infected and deep abdominal lesion. The smells were indescribable. But at this stage she had come to accept occupational hazards of medicine.

She was standing by the water cooler, taking a much needed break while her green eyes rested on the clock, half an hour more and her shift would be over. Pamnis loved her job, with all her heart, but she also loved a good nights sleep and she hadn't had one on the past fortnight. At the same time, and unbeknownst to her, a man was stepping -if you could call it that- into the emergency room. A nurse came rushing to his side to help him upon noticing the blood flowing from his foot...and the vibroblade sticking out of it. "Doctor Hosk!", she shouted and just those words were enough make her stand in attention. She left her glass of water unattended as she run to the emergency room. It did not take more than half a second to notice the man's predicament...

Another nurse surged forward with a stretcher and helped the man onto it. Meanwhile, Pamnis inspected the wound with her eyes, before letting them fall in those of her patient and then, addressing the nurses, "He needs surgery", she said and they started carrying him as swiftly as possible into an elevator. It was at this moment that Pamnis spoke to the man, "I need you to tell me how long has it been since you got the stab wound..." She spoke clearly and with a calm tone, judging by the red liquid flowing out of his foot he was probably feeling the effects of blood-loss.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

Getting immediate service when stepping into the emergency room was unexpected. Sol figured they'd make him wait with his bandaged covered foot up on a table while his blood continues to flow. There was a lot of it, enough that he was leaving bloody footprints as he walked despite the bandages. However, just because the doctor was being called immediately that didn't stop Sol from collapsing into a chair. His foot really hurt and while he wasn't looking forward to getting back up hobbling all the way here on a wounded foot had put him in a sitting mood, fancy that.

Sol didn't get to sit long though since a different nurse from the one who called for the doctor showed up and hoisted him back to his feet. A moment later he was on a gurney laying prone and feeling distinctly silly. He walked here and now they thought he needed to be carted around like an invalid? It was times like this he really wished he had the talent for force healing but that particular power had always eluded him.

How long has it been since he got stabbed? Sol gives the doctor a deadpan look, his gaze steady even if he was looking a bit pale. "I don't know. How long does it take to walk from the spaceport to here on a wounded foot? That long." Seeing as this woman was going to patch him up he decides to also give her his best guess now that he'd gotten the rhetorical question out of his system. "Less than an hour, more than ten minutes." Not terribly precise but he'd been swearing and grumbling most of the way to the clinic not keeping track of the second.

[member="Pamnis Hosk"]

 

[Pamnis Hosk]

Pamnis answered with a swift firm nod, her green eyes a little bit more distant than usual due to the myriad of calculations flooding her mind. He would clearly need a blood transplant, but she was just trying to see if she had the time to perform some studies that, though not obligatory, would have been of help. However, she didn't want to risk loosing any more time. Stab wound were one of her specialties after all. Soon after the elevator's door opened she herself pushed the gurney out into the wide, luminous corridor. "Will you need any help, Doctor?"

She looked at her patient's foot and then at him one more time, as if she was making sure of something. "I should be fine on my own...Plus, if he walked on that foot all the way here I think its safe to say he is the tough type" She added, for the first time throwing a soft, confident smile in Sol's way. The nurses nodded and left as she was entering a surgery room. She left the stretcher in the center of the room and walked towards a table, graving a very small device. "I need to know your blood type, this won't hurt" She explained while gently grabbing one of Sol's hands and placing the machine abode the pad of his thumb a small needle slightly pinched it and the result she needed was displayed on the device's screen.

"It's a very good thing you did not remove that knife you know..." She commented and walked towards his injured foot, something that looked like a pen in her hand. With a concentrated look on her face, she pressed a button and a dim red light was produced from its tip. The laser was cutting through Sol's boot but was designed not to injure skin. She avoided the vibroblade and discarded the broken pieces of...boot. After disinfecting the foot, Pamnis proceeded to produce a needle she had apparently prepared before. "This might sting a little" She warned, but did not give him much time to protest. The needle went swiftly and precisely under his skin and into one of the layers of muscle in his foot. The pain wouldn't last anyways, she had just injected a strong local anesthetic. Once it was done, she retracted the needle with as much precision.

Pinching his foot with her gloved-covered fingers she looked at him and asked, "Do you feel this?"

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

There was something disconcerting about being carted around looking at the ceiling and unable to see where you were going. It may have hurt like the dickens but he'd have honestly rather have limped his ass into the surgery room rather than get carted there. It hadn't been an option but a man could dream of a world where doctors were bad at their jobs and let patients make monumentally stupid choices. On second thought, all things considered, he should just grin and bear it, he didn't actually want more incompetence in the world even if it would make him feel better in this particular instant.

Sol's stony gaze falls on the slightly smiling doctor and he snorts. "Sure tough as nails." He supplies as she declares him to be a tough type and he can't resist. "As long as you promise to kiss my booboo after you clean it up." Let it never be said that pain and blood loss stopped him from a bit of self-deprecating snark as she cuts his boot off and he groans. "I know it was ruined already but I only have the one pair." Getting new shoes was something he could worry about later he supposed after she finished patching him up. "A positive." Comes his response on blood type, didn't they have universal plasma these days? Maybe just not out here in the sticks.

The needle pierces his skin but Sol doesn't flinch. It wasn't like he noticed the little prick when he had a gaping wound right next to it. "No, I don't feel you pinching me." He provides helpfully. "Don't worry I'm tough you can get to work." His foot was a little numb, enough to help but in all honesty, he'd resist anaesthetic. Not because he had something to prove but because he didn't want to get goofy and lose his hold on Force Stealth. Old habits die hard and he wasn't prone to dropping his guard when he could help it.

[member="Pamnis Hosk"]

 

[Pamnis Hosk]

​The doctor chuckled slightly, gilding her eyes towards him for a second. "All right, I'm sorry if this hurts" She said, unable to help herself for feeling slightly guilty. She did not like to cause pain on people but well...there really weren't many other ways in which one could extract an embedded knife from the body. She positioned herself correctly and closed her eyes for a second, concentrating on what she had to do. She was pulling on the Force, not only to remove the knife as quickly and efficiently as she could but also because she would need it immediately after. She felt its pulsing calmness travel through her body and allowed it to guide her movements. She could have performed a proper surgery, but had her bets on that the man did not wish to spend the next few days in the hospital.

She removed the knife and as expected, the blood flow increased. However her reaction was fast, Pamnis took off her white gloves and stood next to the gurney with her eyes closed and her palms hovering around the injured foot as they glowed in a slightly intense green light. She could feel through the Force how the tissues reconnected and the blood vessels sealed themselves, stopping the bleeding. It took quite a few minutes until the wound was completely closed but still Pamnis kept on using her Force-healing for a little while longer, stimulating his cells to divide and replenish at least a part of the blood that was lost so that the man could feel a little bit less dizzy. Once she was finished, and quite tired too though she did not show it, she lowered her hand and looked back at the man.

She knew he was probably surprised, Force-users did not oftenly display themselves so evidently but she had made her decision to trust him with that little secret of hers. He did not seem like the type of man to receive help and run off to tell on the one who helped him. "All done" She said, raising her eyebrows for a second and smiling slightly. She then turned slightly and reached for a holopad resting on one of the tables. "What is your name?", she asked, clearly getting ready to register him on the Hospital's patients database and, half on purpose, trying to avoid discussing the previous action even if she knew it was probably unavoidable.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

Now to be fair, Sol was fairly certain that having the knife yanked out of his foot hurt less than having it go into his foot. In no small part that was thanks to the numbing, she'd applied before she got to work. His foot was definitely tingly before she got to work and the needle had made the persistent ache less noticeable. That all being said having her just yank it out like that still hurt and he was not quiet about it.

The string of expletives that flew from his mouth was probably sufficient to make the young doctor blush though somehow he manages to avoid getting overtly graphic in his descriptions. Only mentioning the knife's former owner as being the soon to be the recipient of it without going into detail of just where he would be shoving it. So her ears were saved what surely would have been an interesting anatomy discussion even for a doctor.

As she sets to work on his injured foot he doesn't notice that she is using The Force until it is too late. His stranglehold on Force Stealth relaxed just for a moment and a tiny fraction of his connection rippled out into the air. It was possible that she was so wrapped up in what she was doing she didn't feel it, he did clamp his hold back down on it relatively quickly. However, he was pretty sure that she'd have noticed which made things awkward when she finished up and asked his name.

There they were two people not wanting to spread around their connection to the force, one definitely exposed. One potentially exposed. "Sol." He provides and then after a moment he reluctantly adds. "Damerin." He rarely gave his full name but doctor tended to get suspicious when you tried to hide it. "Thanks for the help doc." He says awkwardly as he wiggles his toes checking to make sure they were functional. He felt ever so slightly anaemic still but she'd done excellent work.

[member="Pamnis Hosk"]

 

[Pamnis Hosk]

She quickly typed in his name and proceeded to fill in the rest of the information required, a slight side-smile adorning her face. [member="Sol Damerin"] was indeed a peculiar man. As a Doctor she was meant not to ask any more questions than were strictly necessary, but truth was that her her core she was a curious creature and sometimes couldn't help herself. As soon as she finished with her "paperwork" she placed the holopad on the same place it had been before and returned the focus of her attention to the man.

"All right Sol Damerin, let me tell you you have the most colorful language I've heard in a while now..." She said, now displaying the friendly nature of Pamnis and not the concentrated and rather distant veil of Doctor Hosk. Now that her job was done and her patient was not in any imminent danger, she felt far more relaxed. She looked at him as though trying to figure something out, which probably she was. Indeed, she had felt that very slight slip on his ability to cloak his affinity with the Force, but it was not her place to question any of his decisions, specially when they barely knew each other.

"Are you feeling anything else besides slight dizziness or maybe some tickling sensation on your fingers? Any headaches or abdominal pain?" She inquired. Of course, it was quite obvious to notice a vibroblade sticking out of a foot and yes, that was the most urgent matter but Pamnis needed to make sure he hadn't gotten any other sort of injury. A concussion, for example.

"And if its not indiscreet to ask, how did a vibroblade end through your foot?" She added.

 

[Sol Damerin]

Sol snorts at her comment about his language. "If that was colourful remind me to keep you away from the seedier bars because I tried to keep it tame." Pulling out his comm he types a few things into it, ordering himself a new pair of boots for immediate delivery, socks as well. This accomplished he leans back on the surgery bed and eyes the doctor who seems to be quite relaxed now that it was all over and done with.

"No, nothing like that." Sol says and then pauses. "A slight headache actually but that might be blood loss, that or irritation." He knew better than to keep something from the doctor just because he didn't think it was serious. Still, overall he felt fine now she'd done good work on his foot. Netting his fingers behind his bed he leans back and lets out a sigh as he closes his eyes. He didn't have much to do until his new footwear arrived.

Cracking an eye he lets out a sigh. "I was working as a bodyguard for a rich tourist who wanted to see the outer rim. He picked up that knife from one of the locals, started playing with it, was going to hurt himself and I intervened. He dropped the thing on my foot and those boots weren't combat grade. It pierced right through." An embarrassing story for some but Sol didn't care too much about that he was old enough that he could see the humour in it, even if he wanted to shove that knife up one of the rich idiot's offices. "Should have just let him cut his arm open."

[member="Pamnis Hosk"]

 

[Pamnis Hosk]

"My head took care of filling in the parts you censored..." She replied with a chuckle and a wide smile. Her factions became concentrated again for a second as he described how he was feeling. It was almost funny watching her jump from social to Doctor mode in less than half a second but just like her curiosity, it was something she couldn't help. She always developed some sort of personal concern for her patients which was, of course, a double edged sharp scalpel. On the one hand, she had excellent interactions with them and made them feel more comfortable but on the other...well, emotional pain was an occupational hazard in her field of work.

"You should be feeling fine in a few hours then," Pamnis said, her green eyes landing on Sol's, "Truth is I would rather keep you in here at least until tonight to make sure you are fine to go but I'm getting the idea you are slightly eager to leave so I will just ask you, do you have any places you need to go urgently?" She inquired, her face keeping that kind but undeniably cunning expression.

She couldn't help but laugh a little at his tale but immediately felt embarrassed for having done so, her cheeks turning a dark shade of pink. "Sorry, I shouldn't have laughed. It's just I didn't expect that at all. I had pictured something more the likes of a very intense bar fight or some dark alley ambush." She smiled, letting him know of some of the hypothesis she had come up with as to how he had ended here in her office. "I guess you can call it a lesson learned. Don't be around people who don't know how to hold a vibroblade...include me in that group too" Pamnis concluded.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

"Back to the dock to grab my bag from the idiot's ship before he takes off. Wouldn't put it past him to try and ditch me here, not that I would mind I am cancelling the contract but I do want my stuff." About half his credits, his vibroblades, and his battle chest plate were the things he couldn't deal without. Though the rest of the contents were pretty nice to have, such as new pants, pants not stained with blood. A man could dream.

Snorting Sol waves a hand. "Laugh it's a funny story. If I was embarrassed about it I would have tried to lie about how it happened." Though it was kind of amusing that she was the one turning pink when he was the one with the embarrassing story. Raising his eye at her last bit he gives another snort. "So you are saying I shouldn't hang around the doctor who just told me she'd rather I wait around until tonight? You really know how to send mix signals doc."

Closing his eyes he adjusts himself more comfortably on the bed. "Well, I'm not going anywhere until my new boots are delivered so you got me for at least that long. Still, you should be able to tell if I am good to go or not even if I don't stick around." It was the first subtle reference to the fact that he knew she'd used The Force, not an overt calling out just a nod to the fact that he wasn't blind.

[member="Pamnis Hosk"]

 

[Pamnis Hosk]

She smiled knowingly yet sweetly at him as soon as her ears registered his last comment. "Truth as that might be, I would get some questions asked if I let a man who came through the emergency door with a severe stab wound in his foot and who supposedly received surgery walk out in less than," she looked at the clock on her wrist. "Forty minutes." She said and then threw those emerald eyes of hers back to him. "However, I feel strongly against letting the man who caused you the wound taking off with your belongings so I'll have to smuggle you out of here, once your boots are delivered... Sorry about that too now that I think about it." She said, reminiscent of how she had mercilessly murdered a perfectly wearable pair of boots that did not belong to her just some moments ago.

"You really are a lucky man, today is my last day here. Otherwise you should have said your goodbyes to your stuff" She added as soon as she realized that beneficial coincidence. She had been working in the hospital for the past two and a half weeks as an intern and tomorrow she was planning to leave, most probably to another Outter-Rim planet and look for another job. It was not a lavish life and she mostly lived making the ends meet -seeing as how she never touched her hard earned savings- but she wouldn't have chosen differently. She always had her needs covered, did the job she loved and most importantly, she got to visit many different planets, something she had dreamed of as a child.

And just when that thought crossed her mind she formulated a question in her head, one she let slip easily though her lips, "You mentioned before you were working as a bodyguard currently. Is that your usual job?"

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

Another snort from Sol as she apologizes for ruining his boots. "If you'll recall the boots had a rather large blood-stained hole in them, they were ruined anyway. But even if I were inclined to hold a grudge I'd be forced to forgive you since you patched me up." This doctor certainly was an odd one, changing from casual to professional at the drop of a hat. Apologizing for doing her job and offering to help him skirt hospital security. On top of all of that, she was a force sensitive which was a valuable trait in any doctor to be sure but he got the sense that she wasn't a Jedi. Finally, it was her last day here which played into her being willing to assist him. All in all, it was quite a number of coincidences, however, Sol knew that there is no such thing as coincidence, only The Force. Which raises the question of why they'd been brought together.

The door pushes open and a delivery droid comes in, scanned Sol, and then a portion of its chassis opened up revealing his order. Moving his legs off the bed he grabs the socks and the boots, pulling on the later former before the later. Getting to his feet he winces slightly as he places weight on his injured foot which was still a tad tender but nothing he couldn't handle. "I'm a mercenary. So yeah, bodyguarding or just regular guard work comes up a lot. Other times I am going in to retrieving stolen property, sometimes I take in bounties. All depends on what the client needs."

Stretching his arms above his head he rolls his neck, stretching out slowly. "So ready to smuggle your patient out of the hospital?"

[member="Pamnis Hosk"]

 

[Pamnis Hosk]

Pamnis looked at the droid as it entered. She had always felt interested in them and how...human-like they could appear to be. For someone that at this stage in the game should have already been more than accustomed to droids and a myriad of different machines and devices, technology was still something that fascinated her. Still, the natural body of each species was an almost perfect and complex machine of their own and this was one of the main reasons why she had initially felt so drawn to medicine and the study of physiology.

The droid delivered Sol's footwear and Pamnis couldn't help but chuckle at his fast reaction, pulling on the socks and boots. She nodded with interest when he told her about his job, "Then it is sort of a safe guess to say you get injured quite often? Or have you been lucky so far?" She laughed slightly, "Quite the thrilling job." Pamnis did not see many adrenalin-packed days lately. Of course, ethically speaking, that was very good. But she did miss the hardest medical cases.

She smiled when he stood up, happy to confirm her job was done to the best of her ability. "Try to take it easy on that foot, just in case", she said with slight concern but not loosing her relaxed demeanor. Doctors were the Kings and Queens of prevention.

"So, lets get you out of here Sol Damerin" She said and proceeded to remove her white medical apron. Underneath it, she was wearing a light pink, long-sleeved t-shirt. She unpinned the holocard with her information from the apron and pinched a little fabric from her shirt, placing the holocard there. After that, she offered her apron to Sol. It was over-sized for her so she was guessing that -despite the fact that it would still be too small for him- it would accomplish its purpose.

"For the next five minutes you'll be Doctor Damerin" she said with an impish smile and grabbing her backpack with her belonging from underneath one of the tables.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

Sol ends his stretching routine by placing his knuckles to his jaw and cracking them, both hands both sides. Now that he was loose he nods to the doctor and says with a shrug. "I don't get injured often but it does happen. I know enough field medicine to get by but a vibroknife right through the foot is awkward and not something I was prepared for." Looking around he spots a sink meant for washing hands, he uses it to get a quick drink of water he was actually quite parched. "It is exciting I suppose, but it also keeps me nomadic which I enjoy. Universe is a big place and I like to explore it, learn what I can, and move on."

Finishing up at the sink by splashing his face with some water he looks up to find her offering him her smock. He eyes it for a moment shrugs and then slips it on, it fit but barely. He felt like if he flexed the wrong way it'd break at the seems. "Doctor Damerin?" He says with a snort. "And the field of medicine weeps. Walk with me and try not to look suspicious." Stepping outside he uses a variant of force trick he was fond of, it was just a low-level suggestion that most people even fellow force users didn't usually notice. It amounted to him sending out the thought of: "Don't mind me, I am somebody elses problem." So long as he didn't attract attention it made most people overlook him like he wasn't there. This time he changed it slightly to include his Doctor friend.

Together he walks them towards the exit walking at a brisque but unhurried pace, walking with purpose so to speak. A doctor, in a hospital, walking with a purpose was not out of the ordinary and even without The Force, it was unlikely he'd be stopped. With it, the whole process was a walk in the park. Once they are outside he turns to Hosk and strips off the smock offering it back to her. "Thanks for the help doc."

[member="Pamnis Hosk"]

 

[Pamnis Hosk]

Pamnis snorted slightly when he saw him with her working clothes on. They might have been a couple of sizes too big for her but for Sol it was just small enough to be tremendously funny. She would have bet all her money on that if he raised his arms it'd be the end of that white coat. "If I weren't trying to help you I'd totally be suspicious of you." Pamnis added, still with that funny smile. However, she composed herself as soon as they were out of the office and walking through the corridors. She acted completely natural, walking by his side towards the exit.

Now that they were walking next to each other the height difference was quite evident. Pamnis was by no means tall, being just a little bit over the still-short stature of 5'3". However, she was quite used to it. It wasn't that hard to tower over her. She stopped a few meters short of the door to place her holocard on top of a scanner, registering her end of the day. Today she had a much shorter shift, just the morning, and it had ended something around twenty minutes ago.

She then walked back to where Sol was standing outside of the hospital, her backpack still hanging from one of her shoulders. Pamnis smiled, her green eyes on him. "Anytime." She said, "So, now you go get your stuff back? You're sure your foot is feeling fine, right?"

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

Apparently, Pamnis hadn't been kidding about it being her last day as she comes out a few minutes later apparently ready to go. It was actually pretty rare for him to be so much taller than someone since he was a bit on the short side himself, looking down at her he shrugs. "Get my stuff back, potentially do something painful but not permanent to the idiot who hired me so he knows I quit, then hitch a ride somewhere that isn't Dantoonie."

Sol definitely had the nomad lifestyle down pat. He owned a single bag that held all his worldly possessions, which is why he immediately turns and starts walking towards the spaceport. He felt no sense of urgency just yet but he didn't want to hang around too long and risk losing his bag. Admittedly most of what was in it could be replaced but since he'd been going to the hospital he'd left his vibroblades with the bag and those were actually his lightsabers, those couldn't be replaced. Not really.

[member="Pamnis Hosk"]

 

[Pamnis Hosk]

Pamnis smiled at him one last time before he turned around and started walking away. She had an idea floating around in her mind but wasn't sure if she should go with it or not. She bit her lip, concentrated and as if trying to speed her thoughts up. The Doctor suddenly felt a vibrating pull on her mind she recognized too easily and knew her lack of decision making had already been answered for her. Without losing any more time, she turned back around and called for the man, "Sol," she spoke loud enough to be heard but without shouting, she was not the shouting type it was something she really disliked doing. She continued taking firm steps towards him and stopped when she was near enough to continue speaking in a more comfortable way.

"I was wondering, would you mind if I go with you? I mean, travel with you. I understand if you'd rather go alone, its just I think it'd be safer if we go together." Pamnis was certainly far less confident when asking for favors. She always had the feeling she was being bothersome or out of place and so was left awaiting for his answer with big, curious almost regretting eyes. This whole situation was quite strange and out of the blue but she had never ignored the pulls of the Force before and she was not about to start doing it now, without mentioning that she truly meant what she had said. Being female and traveling alone was not always the most welcoming experience.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

Sol doesn't stop walking when he hears his name called but he does slow down so she can catch up. The request surprises him and for a moment he is silent. Inhale, exhale. For a moment he relaxes his hold on force stealth as he sends a small ripple out through the force. When she'd been healing him he'd felt the undeniable pull of its strings upon them. The Force had brought them together and he doubted it was just so she could patch him up. Still, did he want her tagging along with him? Not forever but perhaps for a time, it wouldn't be so bad to play as a pro-bono bodyguard.

"Safer for you certainly." He finally says and then he shrugs. "Sure Doc, I owe you one for patching me up." He says with a shrug as they arrive in the docs. He heads immediately to a slip and stops in front of a fancy looking ship. "Wait here." He says as he heads up the boarding ramp five minutes later Sol walks down the ramp a pair of vibroblades on his back, a blaster at his hip, and a battle chest piece on. He also had the faintest ghost of a smile on his that soon vanishes. There is some shouting coming from inside the ship, a lot of it. "Well, where are you going?" He asks casually. "Let's see if we can find ourselves a ship to wherever that is."

[member="Pamnis Hosk"]

 

[Pamnis Hosk]

She smiled as soon as he highlighted that travelling together would make the trip safer for her, but not so much more than usual for him. It was true, she hadn't said it herself simply to try and hold on to to whatever crumbs of pride she had in her, no one would go as far as saying she was prideful or one with a big ego but let's be honest, no one likes admitting their utter futility at any sort of self-defense. Pamnis had to admit she was surprised when he agreed, she was actually expecting a negative from his answer and the fact that she hadn't been expecting him to agree made her smile all the brighter.

"Sure." She replied as Sol boarded the spaceship to retrieve his belongings. Pamnis had a lot of patience in her, a trait she had been forced to develop from a very young age, and simply let her eyes explore her surroundings as she waited for him to come back out. Her head shifted back to the spaceship's direction as soon as the shouting, slightly muffled because of the distance, alerted her ears. Just in time with it, the mercenary came walking out of the spaceship. She raised an eyebrow at him with a smile, as though she was trying and failing at a more serious demeanor. "At least tell me I've no need to worry about him." She said, half-joking. "I must admit that I'm slightly worried you actually went through with the threats you made back at the hospital." This time she laughed.

After Sol's question, she raised her green eyes up to him. "Honestly, I'm not supposed to be at my next job until next week, I was planning on traveling somewhere else before that, make use of my free time. I'll just go wherever you need to and be on my way when we arrive, I promise I won't pester you any longer" She added, with a funny smile.

[member="Sol Damerin"]